Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 293 - 292: Your evil plan

Qin Zhuzhu had to stay longer in Paris because of the competition with Monsieur Dion. She phoned Li Shao and told him about what happened.

Li Shao was excited and gave her encouragement. "You can do it! This is a wonderful chance! I believe in you!"

Soon, news of her competition against Monsieur Dion spreaded across the entire country and made headlines. It even spreaded to Shengjing.

When Bai Qianhua saw the news on Shengjing Daily, she gritted her teeth. All her colleagues were gossiping nosily in the office. Hearing them praise Qin Zhuzhu for reaching that level made Bai Qianhua’s ears burnt.

"Wow! I didn’t know that she was that talented!"

"I hope she wins! Then no one can say that the fashion industry in China is just cheap imitations!"

"Yes, let everyone know that we designed clothes that are good as theirs, or even better! Many foreigners always look down on the brands in China. We got such a bad name thanks to them. Wishing miss Qin good luck!"

Everyone was full of hopes and good wishes for Qin Zhuzhu. Li Shao’s company started to get more sales as support from fans and some regular customers.

Qin Zhuzhu was enjoying fame in France while Bai Qianhua could only stay here and watch. How unfair was that! If only she could sabotage the competition and make Qin Zhuzhu lose face and unable to make a comeback, then her heart would feel comfortable and relaxed.

The one who should go to Paris should have been her, Bai Qianhua!

As she watched the news, Bai Qianhua’s cup in her hands spilt over the edge. One staff noticed it and said, "Miss Bai, are you okay? Your cup is spilling,"

Bai Qianhua was quickly snapped back to her senses and she switched to a gentle look.

"I’m okay. Just feeling a little dizzy, thanks,"

She watched the staff walked off, glaring disdainfully. Just now she was almost discovered. Luckily, that staff didn’t suspect anything.

Back in Paris, some French designers were skeptical of Qin Zhuzhu’s abilities. They began to question where did such a nobody popped out from.

"She is just a little girl. Who does she thinks she is to compete against Monsieur Dion?!"

"Hahahaha, this Chinese girl is absurd!"

"I must say, she looks fine. I hope her skills are better than a pretty face,"

"The Chinese are known for their cheap imitations. I want to see how well she does against my beloved Monsieur Dion!" A French woman arrogantly said.

On the day of the competition, Qin Zhuzhu was extremely nervous.

Before arriving, she had practiced and practiced, hoping to not fail that badly.

This is a top master they were talking about!

She glanced at her phone. Shentu Jing had given her some encouragement. He must have seen the news.

Just a few minutes before the competition starts, Shentu Mingye received an urgent call to return back to Shengjing. Hence, he suddenly invited Sanya for a date.

Sanya wanted to stood him up but he repeatedly warned her.

"I know what you are thinking. If you dare to leave me standing there, I’ll increase the interest rate!"

"Fine! You jerk!" She yelled on the phone and hung up.

Shentu Mingye’s ears were almost blown off by her loud voice. "Can’t she just not shout every time?!"

He invited her to a fancy 5 star French restaurant. Sanya walked in cooly and sat down opposite him.

"What do you want? Say or do it faster. I need to go to the venue and support XiaoZhu," she looked bored.

Shentu Mingye couldn’t help but look at Sanya a feel more times. Although she was three years older than him, she looked young and energetic.

Sanya dyed a few strains of hair white and purple, giving off a street punk look. Sanya thought that he was trying to find a reason to mock her of her appearance.

"Um.... Uh..... I’m leaving for Shengjing tonight," he suddenly sounded serious.

Did she heard it right? Or was he playing some kind of trick again?

"What are you up to?"

"Uh... Nothing. I’m just telling you..." Shentu Mingye didn’t know else to say to her.

"Okay? And??" Sanya looked at him suspiciously. Why was this dumb kitten acting so weird lately?

Luckily the waitress came to take their orders. Shentu Mingye spoke French to the waitress, ordering for both of them.

"You can speak French?!" Sanya was surprised and a little impressed.

"Of course! I’ll well learnt!" Shentu Mingye looked proud hearing this.

Soon the food arrived. Sanya gazed at the food suspiciously before looking at Shentu Mingye.

"You didn’t add anything funny, no?"

"What are you talking about?" Shentu Mingye looked offended. "The food was prepared in the kitchen. Where did I get the time to poison you? Hmph!"

"Heh, today you’re acting too weird. You must have an evil motive, inviting me out for lunch," Sanya cut her steak with loud sounds.

"Nope, just a regular meal. Must you suspect every single thing I do?" He tried to open a bottle of wine.

"Nothing good ever comes out of you,"

SPLOSH! The cork flew up in the air and wine shot out in Sanya’s direction. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Hey! Don’t splash on me!" Sanya scolded, looking at the wine stains on her dress.

"That is not my fault. Blame it on the bottle," Shentu Mingye gave her a smug look.

"Fine," Sanya nodded, realizing something. She needed to take revenge against him for this! She picked up another bottle of wine and splashed it on him!

"Blame it on the bottle," she repeated his words, using them against him.

The awkward atmosphere was cleared as they began arguing and scolding each other.

From afar, the waiters were getting a headache. They were very noisy and were throwing foods around. What was supposed to be a farewell meal turned into a food fight. But what could the waiters do? This was one of their highest paying customer...

By the time the food fight was over, Sanya realized that the time was late!

"Ahhh! Fuck!"

"What is it?" Shentu Mingye was wiping the cake off his face when her voice startled him.

"The competition! The competition! How could I forget it!? It’s all your fault for making me forget the time! This must have been your evil plan!"